I have a problem said the figure It's getting a bit too hard now sobbed the reflection I need help screamed the shadow It's not worth it anymore whispered the skeleton Too bad. Don't worry! It's all in your head! They still have guillotines in some places, If, you are interested, that is.
I really want to write a long review for this book, but I can't find the right words- ironic. You could easily pass it off as just another Holocaust story, except, the thing about 'The Book Thief' is that its written so beautifully, that it is anything but. Death, the narrator of the story is... Continue Reading →
I think everyone has at least once in their life experienced that moment where time stops or slows down. Kind of like that Matrix movie scene; the bullets moving in slow motion. Except that you also slow down. Your arms feel sluggish, the packet of chips in your hand feels like a dumbbell and it's... Continue Reading →
The Almond Tree by Michelle Cohen Corasanti is a first person narrative of the life of Ahmed Hamid; a Palestinian boy living in an Arab village in Israel. The story centers on Ahmed's struggle to keep his family together and provide for them as his father is carted off to prison, in the Najev for... Continue Reading →
I am trying to put depression on paper To tell myself that I am real This is real I am not deluded My mind is not going off the rocket I am ok. And it's so hard to put into word Something Something that chokes you the minute you start And it'd be so much... Continue Reading →
Tingling- Tracing- Twining- slow motion Thriller. Jagged breathing, out of breath rasping for Air. cold currents by warm moist touches on leaned back necks. Clenched fists. half smile-smirking. she’s such a winner, you know.
We all, oh we all cry- I am so very misunderstood, I don't know why. I have a halo on me- look at all these damn sinners. It's all them, never Not me. Can you imagine? All the hurt, my halo and I, we have been given? Yet, here I am. Not angry, not bitter, ... Continue Reading →
Kaleidoscope blur of happy colours Sleepy music, plays over the heads of others. Others, but for one man in his neon suit. Standing, Bitter Angry, and Resolute. My little lover to be, can't you see the monotony in a life so sordid? Come away, dance a little. I'll tell you all you need... Continue Reading →
Attention. Attention, it's all they really do say. One Word. Attention. And it's as if-it's all gone away. The pain, the fear, the lonely choking tears. It's all swept away. With just one word, Attention. I am alone and I am scared. I don't want a spotlight, weak beam torch lights will do... Continue Reading →